Strangers with Memories
Here I am sitting at the edge of this old wooden chair.
Gazing at the beauty of the moon and those bright as diamond stars.
Embracing the cold breeze of air as it blew against
my face and thin body.
With the melody of good music playing on my playlist,
my mind start to throw thoughts.
Thanks to my pen and scratch, I can filter those random thoughts
as my mind start to speak.
While my hand is busy catching my thoughts,
I recognize myself remembering the time I enjoy your companion
my face and thin body.
With the melody of good music playing on my playlist,
my mind start to throw thoughts.
Thanks to my pen and scratch, I can filter those random thoughts
as my mind start to speak.
While my hand is busy catching my thoughts,
I recognize myself remembering the time I enjoy your companion
- the very moment we met and consider you as one of my trusted friend.
As I hold back those beautiful memories,
my heart begins to cry as I bring back myself again in the reality that
As I hold back those beautiful memories,
my heart begins to cry as I bring back myself again in the reality that
we're STRANGERS with memories.
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